Life is still piling up on me (us here,) as it is I guess for everyone. How do people deal? How? And to make matters worse?.....have you read about the Causeway Cannibal down here? I know the area, been there more than once.Not far from where I grew up,....Is that disgusting and DISTURBING???OR WHAT??? What is the matter with people? Is this world getting crazier by the day?! I just can't handle it,...how does everyone else? Is it just me? I feel like it is,....everyone else that I read on their blogs just seems like,...la,la, laaaa. Maybe I let things bother me too much. Maybe I'm too sensitive. (Altho towards people I'm getting colder and colder by the day.) Maybe I just don't belong down here in South Florida anymore. I don't feel like it's my 'home'. I've been here my whole life, and loved it when I was a kid, and growing up, and even as a teenager, but since moving out of Coconut Grove,(which was no picnic area either,) things have just gone downhill fast. Moved to Lauderdale-by-Sea, which you would think was a nice area, but you'd be surprised. They are all just older, wealthier crooks and idiots, who can cover their tracks better because they have money. Really. You'd be shocked at what goes on in some of these high end condos, and the crap people have to deal with and ultimately put up with.Condo Commandos. Never again. Never. I don't care if it's oceanfront, and GIVEN to us, NEVER AGAIN. I will not live in any kind of high rise condo ever. Even the really nice one we bought across the street that was only ten units,(to rent out, and/or have family stay at,) was a nightmare. So we do know firsthand. We were never problem people, we always followed all the the rules, never were late with payments, or special assessments,....but the things we had to deal with,.....you would never have believed. Okay,....enough. I give. I'll shut up now. On a different note,....remember my ducks? Well the one that is still alive? Squeakers I call her. Well,....she's now sitting on a nest right in the bushes of the front door of my work. She's stayed close. So I keep saying I'm going to be a grandmother. She is so sweet. I've been feeding her and giving her fresh water everyday. She won't leave her nest. I feel so bad. Last time she had ducklings Big Boy was here with her, and helped her, and kept the few chicks that survived alive. (Two out of thirteen lived thanks to Big Boy protecting them all.) I don't know how to help her without her little hubby around. I am trying to get in contact with a place called Duck Haven, and hopefully will be able to relocate her to someplace safe. I'm sure gonna try. Enough. I'm going to watch the finale of 'Blue Bloods' and 'The Hatfields and McCoys'. One minute I'll be laughing and the next crying. Just like in real life.
Decided to take off an extra two days from work, (so I've had a nice 4 days off filled with nothing but my husband, making dinner, playing with Munky and Sugar, and watching the hockey playoffs and many, many naps. Loving it.) I go back to work tomorrow, and start fresh. It's what I needed,...I think I was heading for a big breakdown. Things were getting to be too much for me and my husband. For the exception of today, it's been rainy, dark and windy here for three of the four days I've been off which is more than fine with me. I love dark, rainy days. More of an excuse to lay in bed, watch some TV, and cuddle with my hubby and kittehs.(Wait til we get dogs. :) cant wait for that.) Anyhow~ really stressing about our condo not being sold yet. Haven't heard anything back from that production company either. Oh well. Been watching alot of House Hunters on HGTV,....I'm addicted. So is my husband. We see all the beautiful places that could be ours, and then we watch House Hunters International, and really go crazy. I think I want to move to Medira, Mexico. I saw THREE gorgeous, gorgeous homes that these guys got to chose from, and there was NO WAY they could go wrong with any of them. (And if you watch the show, you know there is usually only one house that fits all the criteria that the people are looking for.) All THREE were drop dead gorgeous, and I really want to go look at the two homes they didn't get. I'm serious. They were that gorgeous for only $200,000. Very nice. We could live in Mexico. I've been there a few times, but I would have to research that area. Believe me, I was SOOOOOO bowled over by those houses, I immediately wrote down the city, and the original air date of the show and wrote them an email. Haven't heard back from them either. So I have a bunch of nothing. Nothing. I can deal with it. I don't have a choice right? And I miss my duck.
Not so much going on with me as usual. So.FL. is becoming more and more evil to me every day. Things just keep piling up for us. One thing after another to do, just life. Last week at work was HORRIBLE. I went to work and my ducks were there and the next day they weren't,...and then someone from the restaurant across from us, came over Weds. night and told me they found my Big Boy duck ran over. I cried and cried. I know it sounds stupid, but I've been feeding/watching-out for him for over a year now, and it killed me to hear about him. It was my one bright spot at work that made me happy,...now his little mate,(I call her Squeakers) is there wondering around looking for him. It's too sad for me to think about. I cried for days at work. I just need to get a hold of myself, but that poor thing really made my day,.......I miss him. RIP Big Boy,(on the left, with Squeakers in the middle,) I need to get away from people and all the things this area is. I really can't tell you what a beautiful area this used to be, and it gets worse and worse literally by the day. We live in a good area, but every day it seems there are cops looking for someone, or something bad happening. I've never seen anything like it in any place I've ever lived down here. It's very disturbing, and kinda scary. I really can't wait to leave, and I'm sure you and everyone here are sick of hearing me complain about it. I'm telling you the day we actually leave here will be SUCH A RELIEF and a big load off our shoulders. On a better note- we have been getting a little more action concerning our beach condo. And listen to this,...some production company that films reality shows,(like Mob Wives,etc.) wants to film and maybe purchase our condo. Who knew?! Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll buy it and we'll see it on TV. (How pathetic is my little life right now? I hate reality TV.) Oh well, it's something on the good side for once if anything comes of it.
Happy LATE Mother's Day everyone! Hope you had a great one! Us? We went to visit my mom up in Fort Pierce, and had a GREAT time. We went to her new condo, that she had totally redone to her taste, and it came out so comfy, home-y and really, really pretty. I think my mom is pretty happy and comfortable there. She really did it up nice,....it's a very comfortable 2/2, with a sunroom, and you really can't get any better for the price she paid. She bought all new beds and nice firm mattresses, she got new wall mounted flat screen TVs in the living room and both bedrooms, new kitchen appliances, and I just felt so comfortable, like I'd been staying there for years. We bought her one of those Keurig coffee machines that she's been loving that my sister has, so now she has one. She loved it. (I think we are going to get one.) Anyways, had a great time, we (my hubby and I,) took her out to dinner Sat. evening and had Maine lobster. Love, - love, - love. Went home and we just relaxed and watched TV. Sunday we got up and went to breakfast at this neighborhood diner my mom's been wanting to go to, and had a really nice breakfast,...and we dropped my husband off at the condo and my mom and I went furniture shopping, and to a few stores she wanted to show things to me for the condo. It was fun,....and late afternoon we went to my sister's house and had dinner there, and watched my nieces prom video (which was the night before,) and played with all the animals, and just basically all sitting around talking, looking at pictures, and having plain ole' fun,-which I love! My sister and her husband have 4 dogs, 4 cats, 3 chickens/roosters, and two fish. I LOVE going there. It's so always happy times there. Anyways~ came home late last night, and my hubby is at the doctors already doing his blood work, and I'm getting ready to start some laundry. Yep. We're home.(But SO HAPPY to be home and see our kitteh kids.)
Okay,...so considering my last post was kinda serious, and not so happy,....this one will be about how I've come almost full circle of the music I listen to. Believe it or not, when I was really young,(think elementary school,) I listened to AM Top 20. I really loved it, and it really made a big impression on my musical tastes. My father is/was the other BIG influence, and now that I'm in my late 40's, it's come FULL CIRCLE. I catch myself listening to Stevie Wonder, Ray Charles, Gladys Knight,John Denver, Carole King, Barbara ,Streisand,- shall I go on?! Yeah. My father would have been in love with Alicia Keyes, and probably even Lady Gaga. My father had impeccable musical taste for his time. Barbara is my GOD. Any movie she did from the 60's is like all I can watch whenever I find 'em, and I was so traumatized by 'A Star is Born',.....it took me so long to recover from that movie, I STILL feel the after-effects from it. I ALWAYS think if something happened to my husband how horribly DEVASTATING it would be, and how you could NEVER recover from it. Speaking of,.......this month it's been 18 YEARS since my father has been gone, and I cried my eyes out all week. I didn't even realize it until I went on Facebook and realized my niece who was born two weeks after my dad died, her 18th birthday was this week. Talk about shock, sadness, and memories. Wow. Hit me like a ton of bricks. So hard. I don't think I'll ever get over my father being gone, - even at the ripe old age of 47. (My mom at 74 STILL gets extremely upset when the day comes that her mother passed when she was 15 yrs. old. SO traumatizing.) I ended up listening to Carly Simon, Carole King, Kenny Loggins, Toto, and Paul Davis when I was in junior high school. I mean the main bands I loved were all the southern rock that came out then too. I was obsessed with Lynyrd Skynyrd,Allman Bros,. Marshall Tucker, Outlaws, Blackfoot, Charlie Daniels, and Molly Hatchet. Yeah,- I had very varied tastes,.....STILL DO. I remember when I was in junior high two girls that I idolized, invited me to a concert, and it was Kenny Loggins,-we had a blast,- and I was hooked forever more. FOREVER MORE I tell you. To this day I adore him,......and Michael McDonald,......and Jamey Johnson,.....I could go on and on.(I did inventory last night at work and caught myself listening to a loop of "Kenny Loggins Alive!", and I STILL want to hear it some more!) Anyways~ my father instilled in me such great musical ears. I love so many different styles now,....from Jay-Z, Alicia Keyes, to Jamey Johnson, to Taylor Hicks, and throw in Stevie Wonder, and Diana Ross, and I can go on and on. Linda Perry, P!nk, and Chicago, and I'm done. (Not really, but that's how VARIED my musical tastes are.) Thanks dad. You really were the best. So much I have to be thankful for, so many great times and memories,.......so much that so many will never have had what we did. The best memories we made,......the best times we had. I so miss him with everything in me.
Back again,...I know I've been more sporadic than usual here. Everything is kicking my ass. Life in general, and I have it easier than most. Anyways~I have to get something off my chest that's been bothering me for years and years since I've been with my husband, and it may be stupid or not important to y'all, but it is to me,...so here goes. My husband is about 6', and weighs 275 lbs, and extremely muscular, he's lifted weights since he was 12 years old, and he's 51 right now. Well,- he's been going thru some health problems lately and found out his hemoglobin was too high, and in order to get this surgery he needs to get, his hemoglobin has to come down. So he's been going to get blood taken out,(not the proper term I know, but I don't know the proper way to say it,) and he's been going twice a week, for almost three months now. Well, let me tell you, they see my husband with the muscles, and he has tattoos, and they think 'this man can feel no pain' and they just start jabbing him with needles with no thought of if it is hurting him or anything. Yes, even big musclemen feel pain, and it's not fun or pretty. He has been coming home with these horrendous bruises from where they draw his blood. THIS IS FROM PEOPLE WHO DO THIS FOR A LIVING!!! WTF?! I want to kill them it's pissed me off so bad. He won't even let me go with him to talk with someone about it. I have been fuming and we've been arguing/discussing this since the third week he's been going. I want to rip someone's head off at this place. And this is not the first time something like this has happened. I remember when we worked at the bar together, and he was the bouncer/doorman, and some a#*h&%e sucker punched him and broke his nose,...I was in the office on break, and he very calmly came in with blood gushing down his shirt. I flipped out, almost threw-up, and ran to my mgr. The owner and mgr. ran back with me to the office and they wanted to take him to the ER right than and there but he was like no, I just need a drink, and proceeded to crack it back into place. The grossest thing I ever heard and saw. We all we grossed out, and he didn't blink an eye. He had problems breathing though from than on. It happened a second time too, and eventually we had to take him to a specialist, and we did. This ASSHOLE idiot doctor said, 'wow, your a big guy, how did this happen?' and he told him and they said they had to re-break his nose and set it right. Let me tell you, this asshole doctor was so intimidated by my husband that he said to him,'big man like you doesn't need any anesthesia, this won't hurt someone like you one bit', and proceeded to put two steel rods up his nostrils, and snapped his nose like a chiropractor does to your neck when he's trying to crack it. I was so appalled, and disgusted, I couldn't talk about it for days. No warning, nothing. I think I must've been in shock for real. Now two years ago my husband had to get a double hernia surgery in his stomach taken care of. Oh-we went to what we thought was one of the best places around, the Cleveland Clinic in Weston,FL. Let me tell you, I've never seen such a circus of medical idiots all condensed into one building. That's all that is. We made the appt., he had the surgery, and right after the anesthesiologist gave him the anesthesia and told him to count to ten, my husband was still awake and heard the surgeon say 'I want some naked ass cheeks on that table!' The anesthesiologist looked down and realized my husband was still awake, and said ' the amount of stuff I gave you would bring a horse down', and gave him some more and he finally went out for the surgery,...but gawd, does it really have to be like that? REALLY? It's pissing me off more and more every time it happens. And now with this blood thing going on,....another doctor said to him something about his size and how he must not feel pain like everyone else. REALLY? This is a licensed medical doctor we are talking about saying this to someone. I want to kill this man with my bare hands. Now my husband won't let me go with him to any medical thing he has to do, because he knows I ain't putting up with this shit, and yeah, I'm livid about it. Maybe I'm just being overprotective about him because he's my husband, and I want to baby him,-which he hates when I do,- but still. Pissing me off these people. You wonder why I hate them all.
My last post got deleted and somehow all I got out of the whole thing was the P.S. Oh well. And I was trying to post from my Ipad,....so screwy. Who knows. Working lots still. Last night my SIL came over and we had a nice snack-dinner of bagels, locks, and Canadian turkey bacon, fresh tomatoes and onions, and it was great. I love doing stuff like that for dinner. Something different. Watched the hockey playoffs,...which we've been doing since it started. I love hockey playoff time. The best. Anyways~still no solid offers on our beach condo. None. Very sad. I have to realize that it's going to take some time before we actually move,-for real,- and quit whining about it all the time. Yes,-we know I want to move, yes,-I know it's going to be awhile, so just shut it, and I'm going to. The weather here has been rainy and very windy for days now. Not conducive to taking the kittehs out for their walks. Poor little Munk,...tried taking her two nights ago, but once she felt the rain,and saw the wind, she ran right back in with Sugar right behind her! So cute. What else? Not selling anything on EBay right now and for awhile. I tried selling this Louis Vuitton denim satchel I have, and people are just so annoying about it. I priced it about $50 lower than the others for a starting bid, and I had all sorts of people 'watching' it, and no bids. This went on for about 5 times,....I kept relisting it, and relisting it. This last time I received about 6 different messages thru EBay asking if I would sell the bag for LESS money than I listed it for! Now how does that make sense to you? How? I relisted it again after numerous people asked me to, and nothing again,...so I'm going to give up for awhile. I'll relist it when I'm good and ready to deal with idiots asking stupid questions. Wow. Just like at work. You just can't get away from it, can you? I'm still taking care of my ducks at work, and all sorts of people giving me grief about it. BITE ME people.BITE ME is all I can say. For Mother's Day I'm taking off four days from work, and two of 'em I'm spending at my mom's, can't wait. She has already moved into her new place, and went on a little vacation to New York to see some friends for a week. She's even planning a cruise in September to go to New England and then up thru Canada. How I would LOVE that. My husband keeps telling me to go with her, but I'm not sure, she has it all planned and bought and paid for with her friend Marjorie, and I don't want to barge in. I'll talk with her and feel her out when we go up there. So~nothing else exciting going on here. I guess I'll sign off now. How boring am I?